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The Eclectic Pen - She can’t make up her mind.

By: Nikki F.  
Date Submitted: 5/3/2007
Last Updated: 5/3/2007
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Words: 186
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She can’t make up her mind. I want to run away, but I need him to follow. Sitting next to him breathing Is hard. Speaking, Isn’t possible. I need to talk, But words don’t come. And the worst is he doesn’t notice, Doesn’t care. To him I am just a girl. I am a girl I want to scream, but I know I can’t. I can’t talk, I can’t breath. My hands shake. Sitting Next to him is torture. He bumps my knee, unaware, Asks why I gasp. But I can’t speak His hand rests on his knee. We lie on the floor together, both Of us breathing hard, trying To catch up to ourselves His sent is so familiar and I Can smell it even when I’m not with him. His hands are on my neck, I’m giggling. My shoulders are tense from his touch, But I can reach my arms around him, I can laugh, I can speak. Every time he wants To ask me a question I tense hoping It’s not to tell me he wants me. I have My breath, I control it, but I don’t want to. I wish it could be, But I hold back because I want more. I want less, And I don’t know.

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